"Watch out for these two! A disastrous inferno" - quote by poet.
Talk about the definition of trouble!
Two people tainted with potent toxicity.
As if either of the two isn't bad enough.
Such up-to-no-good partners in crime
Walking down a crooked primrose path.
Keep a sizeable distance from them!
They're a fire and gasoline twosome;
An oil and water combination, no doubt.
Think of a Bonnie and Clyde dynamic.
Think a film noir femme-fatale...
And a malleable, meek private eye.
Oh, the twisted mind games they play;
It's a constant game of one-upmanship
And manipulation against one another.
Did I mention they rob and kill, too?
Truth has been backwashed with elongated shadow
polluting the masses with exaggeration and lie
They've made corruption just a bit more palatable
maintaining power, they've great lust for us to divide.
We were great when battling against rabid tyranny
now we goosestep to war for the comfort of oligarchs
Our children are sacrificed for the greed of oily kings
We the sheep are led to high cliffs by false prophets.
They say it takes a village to raise up our children
but the village is brimming with idiots and sinfulness
our courts are filled with jesters that turn a blind eye
the masses are slowly losing their God given rights.
I don't see another Ghandi or King on the horizon
I'm not holding my breath for our slothful messiah
my faith has been tainted by deception over time
It's time to marry gasoline to forgiveness and ignite.
To soothe the cornered inferno
Consuming a sanctuary abandoned
Spider's silk like snow kissed ground
Walls caressed by a nurturing moss,
A mausoleum of birth
The detached ruins we carry
A firefighter's hose spouts curses
To cauterize a ghastly flame
The fire fights itself separately
So the lever pullers on the dispatch
Call into the ears of a healer
To douse themselves in gasoline
There is no pain, for in
Recognition there is warmth
The exiles of the charred asylum
Need something true to human heart
An acknowledgment of all their parts
I love the smell of gasoline,
my senses set off with a match;
Instability ends in explosion,
the aroma lingers all over you;
My senses set off with a match
Revving up my engine hard
the aroma lingers all of you;
Scrubbed you inhale your hands;
Revving up my engine hard;
Instability ends in explosion,
scrubbed you inhale your hands;
I love the smell of gasoline.
Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream…
No tears, no complaints, far cheaper than gasoline!
7/21/202.
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The way you cry so easily makes me angry in ways I do not understand.
Im in the right and you’re on the wrong
So how do your eyes get to be sea and mine still feel like sand?.
You sit in the dark crying with your head in your hands
And I stand in my own anger waiting and watching for something unplanned.
The people around you let your sea run free.
A mother who says im the villain apparently
Friends who care enough to sit with you and drown in your sorrow ocean
You see, I have that too
But
But I certainly do not have as many tears as you do.
But I have enough anger to supply every star including the sun
Enough anger for thousands but I am only one.
I could light a fire with my words
Set a song of red, orange, and yellow flame to your feelings with my sharp look of rage.
You do not have enough water stored in your eyes to put out my fury.
So the next time you dare to try and douce me in your guilt
Try to wash my anger in rivers of sadness
Know that my irritation is as big as the dry horizon.
That I can create castles with my sand infused eyes
Mistake the sea for gasoline
and set the oceans…
Ablaze.
It isn’t my hand that runs down the pews.
It is the boys with emptied hearts
The girls with arms full and rocking
The treatable gone.
Plastic jugs are more dangerous than they seem.
Knives don’t carve secrets like kerosene does.
Pitchers with pungent swirls jostle as I walk.
They have never before felt a holier water.
Down the aisle to my fate as many did before me.
The Blessed Virgin lies not within the marble form above me
Christ did not die on the wooden wall hangings
And the gold adornments had God melted out of them long ago.
This is not a holy place, but a husk.
The lessons drench the priests’ robes.
What nests here cannot be allowed to breed another season
To gorge themselves on tinkling laughter
Have your god strike me down. I hold the noose and will cinch it as I go.
My God makes matches.
I need only swipe them across a stone.
world "leaders" have us beneath their boots.
using the flu to control us through fear
Kotexing our smiles
shortening our years
segregating us from one other.
Like a new age K.K.K
dusting off nightmares
of our polyester youth
stapling goblins to our brains.
THEY'VE chained up the house of God.
Turned us against one another.
Encourage us to fear one another.
Like a new age big brother.
They follow our every move
feed our children computer chips
the damn fools even tried to take
our sweet lord out of the eternal mix.
Mayhem has become a right.
intolerance is the banner of entitlement
we've been groped and raped
...and if you hadn't noticed
segregation is back in vogue
everybody wants to be black
without the burdens... of course...
mud people in an endless rinse cycle of stupidity-
Armies are camped on opposite sides
of purple mountains steep
sharpening knives against god bones
as they line up the battered bleats.
Waiting for a spark to make love to flint.
These are crow and gasoline times folks
the age of Aquarius has buckled under
a Landslide of insanity.
I've come to believe
we're born with lungs
filled with gasoline
along a fault line of flint..
Better to inhale than exhale
be silent as a pansy
smiling at the breeze.
Open your ears
to the sound of metal on metal
always be ready to run...
but for the time being
have a little fun...
gasoline lungs.
Grab the dark side by the waist
plant a kiss on its dead black lips
sow the light into the darkest soil
toss the halo and the horn
into the fiery pond of mind
when truth makes love to lie
set goals-come up just shy
intoxicate on the defeat
tap dance -flint heeled
on gasoline streets
breathe in the smoke
of the death of hope
savor the dew drops
of brief victory
then collapse
Get ready for the ride of your life
ask and you shall receive
sit back and feel the warmth of the fire
or dance at the edge of the ocean
love like you have one minute left
incinerate the fear like a phoenix
never let up, pour on the gasoline
each moment is yours to take.
Gasoline tears
The truck
Plows forward
Into the masses
Blood and destruction
Morality hijacked by abduction
Evil deeds pervade these cloudy days
Compassion is tossed into the sea in place of the devils seduction
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Satan’s followers shall face the garrote, headless will be those boa constrictors
Do not be fooled by silent ones and men behind masks disguising their petty angers
Humanity dances with both tears and foe, the meek shall be the victors
Rays of the sun, the glow of the moon, and the beat of loves heart
Flower gardens shall grow tall, on the soil of the rotten evil ones
Goodwill shall peak behind the clouds, hugging humanity
Compassion shall dance on angelic wings
Love and passion triumphant
Plows forward towards
Eternity
It's black and muggy....
a little bit of black ice
to burn my tongue
A hint of lemon
for that sour, exotic flavor
I sip and swallow
cough and puke..
A glass in one hand, a box of matches in the other
a flame, a warm feeling in my throat
and an unquenchable thirst...
I met you once,
in dreams of youth;
flushed with curves,
wide open in summer's sun;
toothy smiles,
innocent wiles;
laid out patches,
of perfume and gasoline;
blazed across the endless miles,
of then...and now;
years burned down,
chromed dull in faded glory;
yellowed hollow,
seasons past;
of governed throttle,
clogging choke;
the boy,
like you;
left back now,
far behind;
dusty,
in a poem.
Gasoline lips fueled our adenosine kisses
filling up on whiskey and cigarette wishes
your rubber met my asphalt, land mines
dodging, heaving blame on both fault lines
worn the tread off our poor tired hearts
trading each other for cheap spare parts
Revving my engines under a new hood
Stick shift ready,I'll grind his gears good
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